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A quick review...

Goodness me it’s grim up North
[by up North I mean here, where I am, which is significantly more north than
where some people are.] It’s freezing. Although warmer than last week. Last week i was sat at mey desk in several layers, one of
which was a Fat Face hoody and another of which was a snowboarding standard
bodywarmer. I was also wearing sheepskin lined boots and gloves, had the heating
on 5 and a fan heater pointed right at me and I was still unbelievably cold. Last Thursday night I babysat for Daisy, I
bet I was there for all of 4 hours andI
still had to de-ice my car before I could go home. Nothing about any of this is fine.

Speaking of Daisy
she gets cuter by the minute. Last week we played with the camera. I really
wanted a photo of the two of us; a nice smiling picture of me and my niece would
be lovely on my office wall. Daisy was having none of it. To her it was all a big game, let's see how many funny faces I can make Auntie Jo pull: ‘say cheese Daze,’
‘show Auntie Jo your prettiest smile Daisy,’ ‘like this Daisy *I smile* see, you do it’ ‘Daisy,
smile.’ I think out of about 12 pictures I got one where we're both smiling. Then yesterday we met up with some other friends with small children at a farm. Daisy had a donkey ride. Two donkey rides actually and it was the cutest thing because she's so small and she was sat there bouncing up and down on this donkey [his name was Patch] all 'giddy up, giddy up.' Adorable.

Anyway.

In April 2011 Helen
and I fell in love with Major Pettigrew. If you haven’t read the story of the
retired Major and his friendship with his Pakistani neighbour, Mrs Ali,
gorgeously detailed in Major Pettigrew’s
Last Stand, then I suggest you rectify that post haste.

This December I fell in love with
Harold Fry.

Helen hasn’t read about Harold’s unlikely pilgrimage just yet, but I know when she does she’ll fall in love with
him too. I challenge anybody who doesn’t have a heart of stone to not read this
book and come away just feeling better.

The Unlikely
Pilgrimage of Harold Fry tells the story of 65 year old
Harold, distanced from his wife and having not heard from his son in 20 years,
he’s recently retired and he’s at a bit of a loose end when one day he gets a
letter from an old colleague and friend, Queenie. She’s sick, dying of cancer
and she wanted Harold to know; the letter is her goodbye. Harold scribbles a
hasty [and what he feels somewhat lacking] response and heads out to post it,
reaches the post box and just keeps going. He needs to save Queenie, he needs
her to not give up, he needs something tangible to focus on and somehow the
belief that his walking from Devon, to Queenie in Berwick on Tweed will save
Queenie’s life becomes it. He walks and he walks and he walks, in his boat
shoes, to save the life of a woman he used to know and it’s the most wonderful,
touching, real story. It made me
laugh and it made me ache and it made me believe too. I rooted for Harold all
the way: I wanted it to work, I wanted him to make it, for Queenie, for
himself.

Reading this felt a little like
huddling under a favorite blanket on a winter day but as well as that, this
book is a lesson. It’s undeniably emotional and sentimental but not
tooth-rottingly so, and it’s a story abouthuman nature I guess, about love and loss, friendship, kindness and
self-value. This is a glorious book, and I am so so glad I took this walk with
Harold Fry. I feel better because of it.

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A bookworm in her mid-30's who likes sunshine and snow covered mountains and the cold side of the pillow and being the little spoon. Writes book reviews more akin to coffee with friends than any intellectual book club. Binge watcher who has been known to use holiday days to stay in her pyjamas under a blanket watching Ugly Betty and who thinks nothing will ever be as sad as Billy on Ally McBeal although some things come close. Does not believe in the term guilty pleasures - you do you, you gorgeous creature. A happy, sleepy, over-thinker.

About Me

Josephine. Mid-30’s (still not sure how to adult). Bookworm. Lover of coffee and marmite and pad thai. Hardly ever eats breakfast. Has too many copies of Alice in Wonderland. Also loves skiing and the sea and road-trips and laughter. Terrified of wasps.
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